Irish people give big hellos and very little goodbyes. Unless they're female, and then they spend five hours talking in the doorway to the person that's leaving their house.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I know Irish-American people. I know what their homes look like. I know what they have for dinner. I know how they turn a phrase.
I don't really go around feeling very Irish at all. I don't go to Irish pubs. I've lived so many places, and I'm still so curious about the bigger world. It's grand to be alive in a time when mobility is so accessible.
I find being Irish quite a wearing thing. It takes so much work because it is a social construction. People think you are going to be this, this, and this.
Every St. Patrick's Day every Irishman goes out to find another Irishman to make a speech to.
There's a real mischievousness about Irishmen, don't you find?
Again and again, I find something eerie in many Irish occasions - the unrelenting whiteness, the emotional tribal attachments, the violent prejudices lurking beneath apparently pleasant social surfaces, the cosy smugness of belonging.
Sometimes the archaism of the language when it's spoken is why we are all in love with the Irish today.
Being Irish is very much a part of who I am. I take it everywhere with me.
Irishmen are not reserved, and the company appeared dying to be intimately acquainted.
I can't think of anything you might say about Irish people that is absolutely true.